you are lips
all over my face
but when I open my eyes
i�m alone in this place

green was the graveyard
where we traced our path
back to that epitaph
once a year where we passed

pathetic fallacy
rain poured down from the sky
it smeared up our faces

so naturally
and concealed 
the tears in our eyes

back to the tool shed
where we kissed and smoked up
with every passing raindrop
we avoided getting soaked up

traces of lilac
and tangerine
linger around
wherever you have been

traces of ginger root
on the mezzanine
aroma of passion fruit
but you remain unseen

you are lips
tracing down my back
i am unfolding
in your lap

hell was the time
i spent before we met
and hell was the time
i�ve spent ever since you left